Zombies.
They’re real as much as you don’t want them to be.
They’re produced everyday,
Grounded in their pain with a television screen,
Glued to their palms…
Soaking in the roots of their cause,
Even as they walk,
Worried more for the drip they’ve conceded to hoping to evolve!
Into everything they won’t be by stunting in front of all watching as they,
Fall…
And,
Die.
Reborn but,
Dead inside.
Pupils opened yet,
There is no one present within those crying eyes.
They talk,
But,
All that is heard are the same grumblings their loved ones despise.
You can hear the bottle filling up and breaking from inside their chest while,
Shards of glass shoot out of their mouths and penetrate your will to love them despite!
Of glaring flaws not one of us can hide…
Syphoning life from your soul they go,
In order to revive feelings only humans can emote,
Not a shell of what used to be while feeding off another’s glow.
The kind of person putting on a horrifying show,
Waiting for the wrong voice piercing their head,
In hopes of healing many bleeding wounds refusing to close,
For as long as they can remember…
Oh!
What a scene we have out in the city,
Nowadays.
A city I valiantly avoid before they get me in a crowd of angst and haste.
Too many of them rising from a ground full of rose buds while corpses lay debased.
And,
The only question I can think of as of now is,
Will I ever make it out alive in one piece,
Or,
Better yet,
Can I make it through this Hellish tunnel with what I’ve yearned for,
For so long…
A clean slate?…
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